Long ago, galaxies flourished under the protection of the Harmonics—an ancient order of mystical guardians who could wield a force known as the Élan. This universal, unseen energy connected all living beings, granting those who mastered it the ability to influence the balance of the cosmos itself. The Harmonics used this power to maintain peace and harmony, to quell conflicts, and to guide civilizations into a golden age. But that age came to an abrupt end.
The skies above Kranth burned. Once called Arvalis, this planet had been the sacred heart of the Harmonics. Yet on this night, it was engulfed in chaos and destruction.
Amid the ruins of their temples, the last of the Harmonics fought desperately. Their Élan-forged blades—radiant and fluid—lit up the darkness with shimmering hues, striking and repelling their enemies in a graceful yet hopeless dance. Against them, the Dissonants advanced mercilessly, their own weapons thrumming with dark fury and unrestrained rage, leaving crimson scars as though tearing the very fabric of the universe itself.
In the central Grand Temple, atop a silver tower now blackened by flames, Master Ilian, the final leader of the Harmonics, stood his ground. His face, etched with sorrow, turned toward the stars that seemed to weep alongside him for the end of an era.
"It's too late, Ilian," came a cold voice from the shadows.
A man stepped forward slowly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, a dark blade in hand pulsating with corrupt power. This was Aegor, once Ilian's disciple, now the leader of the Dissonants.
"The Élan will never forgive your betrayal," Ilian replied calmly, despite the exhaustion in his voice.
"The Élan is a tool, and now we are its masters," Aegor said with disdain. "Your time is over."
A swift and merciless battle erupted between the two masters—light clashing against chaotic darkness. But the fight was brief. Ilian, worn down by hours of relentless combat, fell to his knees, Aegor's blade hovering mere inches from his throat.
"Your death marks the end of the Harmonics," Aegor murmured, a cruel smile on his lips. Ilian slowly raised his head, gazing one last time at the stars.
"The Élan will always find a way," he said peacefully. "One day, harmony will return."
Without hesitation, Aegor drove his blade into Ilian's chest. The last master of the Harmonics collapsed, taking with him the final remnants of a forgotten age.
In the years that followed, the Dissonants systematically erased all traces of the Harmonics, rewriting history to serve their purpose, imposing their dark and brutal rule across the galaxies. Two centuries passed this way, until on a forsaken planet called Scrapra, a young boy named Arthur Rozier unknowingly prepared to change the destiny of the stars.